razorgrin
on Languageing by ==Doylum
13 Feb 2003, 1:14 PM
neato.
Blades as in Sean Bean country?
You came to Yorkshire to feel something and you didn't think to feel Yorkshire most awesome spire? What where you doing with your time?
I was just proving that onefinger is a hypocritical dicksmack. that and today is Constant Cursing Thursday!
The uranium thing is mighty creepy. Agents of Loki, perhaps?
Both possibilities are valid, there's always the possibilities of third variables. Seriously, though, the poeme is about my frustration at the fact that psychology courses here focus only on the medical and behaviourist perspective. The cat is a representative of the school of thought given as little credit as psychoanalysis: quantum mechanics. that's it. no more symbolism, just dirty limericks and cthulhu from here on in.
Ere(1) can(2) i(3) ave(4) a(5) go(6) at(7) that(8)= ?
I don't count Romaplegicromcocking bumwagon driver.
Kind of all over the place. The lines "hurl lettuces
And fairies
They cast a spell at me" cracked me up, though.
Toad in the hole ha ha ha
Ha ha no it was a mutated yorkshire pudding made in a muffin tin
Isn't me.
i wondered about the cat hiding in the branches, and found this strangely parallel universe, where yggdrasil is not a tree, but an institute that researches uranium:
http://www.earthisland.org/yggdrasil/uep .html
now my question: is the salivation due to radiation damage in the soft tissues of the mouth, or is the cat ringing a bell in the treetops as the isotope decays?
I certainly don't dispute that statement.
this had potential until the use of 'bod' to rhyme with "god". I had to take a break to finish giggling.
But udders are nice!
Childish rhyme scheme, boring mssage. Did you keep repeating "poet" so much to convince yourself that you actually are one? Man, I'm glad I don't have to worry about a poet's cusre. Oh, The Pain (tm) of onefingeruphiass's Deep Inexpressible Feelings(tm)!
Milk is gross.
Chirpe, indeede. Trying to be meaningful and deep, but comes out like a puddle of hedgehog piss. Fail.
When (1) + man(1) + uses(2) + a(1) + flame(1)= 6. (a)You can't count, assmachine. (b)Dumb statement worthy only of "proverbs for dummies" books. (c)Poorly written, overall. Therefore, a zero.
Very nice indeed! 9
that would be chas-ed, twatface. In what dimension does "chased" have two syllables? "Chaste", a homonym of "chased" has one syllable as well. How many fingers are you really? 12, I just think you can't count 'em right. Hugs 'n' kisses, bumblefuck.